Nicole was growing irritated with Hannah. Everyone wanted to see Emily, but Dr. Wilcox said she was still recovering - no visitors, and that was that. Clear enough, right? For any normal girl, sure, but not for oh-so-special Hannah. So she spent her days moping and sulking around the Island instead of helping... instead of leading, like she should be.
Nicole performed the secret knock and waited for the sound of sliding furniture before shoving the door open. "And on top of everything else, I need to wait on you."
Heron's eyes ran up and down her body and Nicole blushed in spite of herself. He was plenty handsome and had seen her naked - and worse - more times than she could count, but at heart Nicole was still a proper young lady. Nicole laid out the tray of absconded breakfast foods and barely caught herself before she curtsied.
"Thanks sweetie," he said, sitting again and diving into the meal. "I know you don't mean it, but when you say things like that, well, it hurts."
Nicole rolled her eyes dramatically and fought off a grin. Her days on the Island were spent training the new girls and marrying them off as fast as Dr. Wilcox could churn through the ceremony. Appropriately, this step was called Romeo. The grooms were all... ok... but no one felt good enough for her family. Heron was a bit of cad, but he had a lot more spirit than most of the men she'd seen.
"Bringing you was Hannah's idea, not mine. If she wants a puppy, she should take care of it herself," Nicole said.
Heron nodded, "I know, what a bitch. Want to sit on my lap and talk about it?"
"Do you see how I'm rolling my eyes?"
Heron shook his head. "I'm not really looking at your eyes."
Nicole gave an exaggerated sigh. "Does this routine ever work for you, cool guy?"
Heron shrugged and kept eating. "I get to see lots of naked chicks."
"Seeing and touching are worlds apart."
Nicole had already met her husband: Roy. Rrr-oi. Roy. An annoying name, but a nice enough guy. They'd be married soon enough, but what would that even mean? A cock for herself. Getting knocked up. A soulmate? But Hannah said Shaper would eventually come to the Island, so they couldn't stay here forever in wedding bliss. She said Dr. Wilcox was taking them all Away, whatever that meant.
Heron asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I hate that question," Nicole said.
"Want to know what I'm thinking about? I don't want to get left behind, that's what. Dr. Wilcox has used me for years, and Shelly meant to ditch me in that war zone. I'm one of the good guys, I'm part of the team, I've done things for them that you wouldn't believe. I deserve to go."
Nicole surreptitiously squeezed her boobs together with her arms and she leaned forward over the table. "Go where?"
But now Heron was looking in her eyes. "I don't know, but I'm going with you."
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Nicole stood with her hands on her hips at the top of the winding stone staircase cut into the side of the plateau, checking in on the students hauling heavy stones up from the forest floor far below. Standards were definitely slipping. Oh, the girls were all gorgeous - was it a coincidence that "special" girls were all shapely and intelligent? But they were so lazy. To be fair, there just wasn't time for proper training these days, and the new girls weren't getting the full benefit of Dr. Wilcox's time... but Nicole was doing her best.
A naked blonde with big boobs, covered in sweat, huffed to the top of the stairs and dropped her stone right on the path. The girl behind her stumbled and nearly tripped over it, and the blonde collapsed into the grass nearby and sat down to take a break. A break!
"And on top of everything else, I need to deal with lackadaisical students like you?" Nicole thundered, looming over the blonde. The sweaty, aching girl scrambled to her feet and muttered something, but Nicole cut her off. "Grab your ankles."
The blonde glared at Nicole, but the lines of authority had been painstakingly drawn over the past couple of months, from the compound under the hanger to the Island. What the hell was this girl's name? It would come to her.
"You, Alyssa," Nicole called to the girl who had nearly tripped. "Put that stone down on the pile and come here. My arm is tired. Take this switch and apply it to that ass."
Alyssa was breathing heavily from her climb and covered in dirt and sweat herself. She tentatively took the switch from Nicole and hefted it in her hand, looking at the upraised butt of the blonde. "Um... how many times, Nicole?"
The blonde continued scowling up at Nicole, even bending over lazily. "I don't know, let's see how many strikes it takes for her to straighten her legs and show some humility. You're the one she tripped, I'm sure you'll be fair." The blonde began to protest, but Nicole smacked her ass with her hand.
Alyssa gave the switch a few practice swings and it wooshed through the air. "This is my first time doing the swinging."
"Don't worry, it's all in the wrist. Just aim for the upper thighs, up to the top of the cheeks, and move around so you don't hit the same place too many times," Nicole said. By now a small crowd of students had gathered, trickling up the stairs and watching the fun. The blonde looked around at her audience and clenched her jaw.
Alyssa lined up the switch, pulled back her arm, and swung, landing a solid blow across the blonde's ass with a crisp snap. The blond grunted.
Alyssa smiled and asked, "Do you think I should take into account Lauren's general bitchiness and bad attitude?"
Ah, Lauren! Right. Lauren turned her head to look up and said, "That's not fair, I -", and Alyssa swatted her again with a grin.
Nicole glanced around. "Obviously we need to keep her mouth busy if she's going to learn anything. Come here and eat my pussy." Nicole threw a picnic blanket over a log by the trail and laid back on it, spreading her legs for Lauren. The big-boobed blonde knelt down and put her face to Nicole's pussy, but Nicole smacked her on the head. "Get your ass back in the air. Put your feet together, straighten your legs, grab your elbows behind your back, and bend over at the waist. Quit being so lazy."
Lauren did as she was told and put her mouth to Nicole's pussy lips, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. That was a good start. Nicole relaxed and enjoyed the girl's ministrations for a minute, feeling Lauren's tongue tease in and out of her hole. It would be so easy to lay back and close her eyes... but there was work to do. She owed it to Lauren, and all the other students watching.
Nicole lifted her head up. "As for your question, Alyssa, we all know that life is much more enjoyable for everyone when we have good attitudes. This may be a great opportunity for Lauren, and the other students, to learn the value of kindness and humility."
The crowd tittered and Lauren stared up, peering over Nicole's pussy with wet eyes - obviously the other newbies approved of the idea of learning vicariously through Lauren. Alyssa nodded seriously, mimicking Nicole's demeanor, and began swinging. Every crack of the switch left a line of red on Lauren's ass, brought a smile to the crowd, and sent a pleasant quiver into Nicole's pussy.
After a few strikes Nicole asked, "How will we know when Lauren's obedience has improved?"
A few students in the crowd offered suggestions. "When she's crying like a baby? When she does her share of the chores? Look, her pussy is already wet from the switching!"
Alyssa paused and said, "When she is thankful for this instruction."
Nicole smiled. "Good girl! You've been paying attention. All we've gotten so far from her mouth are complaints and mediocre pussy-eating." Looking down to Lauren she asked, "Do you like the taste of my pussy?"
Lauren's tears were dripping down her cheeks now, mingling with the juice from Nicole's pussy. She nodded, sniffled, and managed to say, "Yes Nicole."
Alyssa resumed the switching and Lauren began to gasp with each strike. Every girl there knew that the intensity ramped up as the blows piled on top of each other. Lauren fidgeted and strained to stay in the bent-over position, trying to focus on Nicole's pussy while enduring the switch on her ass. The transformation that had come over her face was delicious: from stubborn arrogance, to anger, to resentment, and eventually to submission. Nicole could feel the progression channeled from Lauren's heart through her mouth, and when Lauren finally unleashed a great heaving sob Nicole allowed herself to climax and wrapped her thighs tightly around the blonde's head, holding her close.
When Nicole released her, Lauren continued nibbling softly, completely submitted and at peace. Nicole held up a hand to stop Alyssa and asked Lauren, "Do you have anything to say?"
Lauren's face was drenched in tears and pussy juices when she turned her head to Alyssa, her ear now resting on Nicole's lips. "I'm sorry I tripped you. Thank you for teaching me humility."
